"A Rumble of Missed Opportunity"
Apr 28, 2022 6:17:34 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Apr 28, 2022 6:17:34 GMT -5
The air had cleared from XHF 2022’s Rumble event and this year it had left some thorns behind in the Murder Lizard Jesse Jamester. Surely the anticipation of the most recognizable face of violence had drawn a lot of attention and brought hopefuls to buy the Pay-Per-View. Not to mention those who wanted to knock off the big man and put a notch in their belt to brag about. It wasn’t only his performance that was upsetting but the showcase of talent who spat untruth in the weeks leading up to the event.
Yes, Jesse paid attention to those things.
What was another Tuesday to the Murder Lizard, as he stood in the airport, waiting for his luggage to appear. Within a minute or two a crew of film and audio guys, wearing ‘XHF Stream Team’ come bustling up to his side with a purpose. The main interviewer was a bulky short man with a ballcap featuring the XHF logo and a wrinkled black polo shirt a size too small. He couldn’t have been more than thirty years old but his body said he didn’t skip the gym. A cameraman and boom stick handler are right behind him, keeping themselves as invisible and quiet as humanly possible as they position themselves in ninja fashion to begin the recording on the interviewers signal.
Interviewer: Dick Dugan here! I’m with XHF’s newest social media stream team, bringing the exclusives from all over the network! (spit flies out of his mouth as he makes his pitch) With that I admit we had our doubts when our source told us of this man, no – that’s not doing him justice enough… Well, whatever the case we’ve found the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester in the Spain airport following the XHF Rumble. Would you be willing to answer some questions or am I getting another middle finger today?
Titling his head back as though annoyed but aware this was probably the best time to, Jesse shrugged.
Jesse: Why not, eh.
Cool as a cucumber, Jesse keeps his composure as his menacing appearance keeps Dick Dugan out of arm’s reach and a half smirk appears on the Murder Lizard’s face. Normally Jesse would be the one producing his own interviews with the aid of his son Julius. Today though, Jesse was alone, no Julius in sight and instead he was drawing attention of any one in range with the entourage that had formed around him.
Dick Dugan: Lets jump right in and ask the question that everyone seems to be asking - what happened to cause you and Greg Adkins trying to kill one another at the Rumble?
A tell was quickly picked up from Dugan as Jesse’s body language showed a tense
Jesse: Greg Adkins is uh no-good for nothing piece of trash that someone handed a wrestling contract to! He disrespects me every time he steps in a ring, and epitomizes everything that I despise in today’s wrestling culture. I have worked for my ass off to make a name for myself, and people like Greg Adkins walk in like it’s a nine-to-five, looking for that paycheck. Greg, I know you’re somewhere looking at your flip phone with those beady little eyes, waiting for me to speak your name into existence. To be relevant, to have that 15-minutes of fame. You hobo-lookin’ half-wit, vengeance isn’t strong enough of a word for what I plan on doing to you. What he did at the Rumble, what he did to my mask!
A flare of the nostrils as his eyebrows arch in, scrunching his nose as his face contorts to what many would consider anger management worthy. This
Jesse: Greg, this was never supposed to be personal, but you damn well made it when you chargrilled my mask and defaced me with stickers! Keep your head on a swivel the next time you enter the GUNS arena. This – (gesturing to himself with a hand that goes back and forth to the camera) you and I, we are going to have it out if I have to put the GUNS owner in a Nemesis Lock to get my hands on you! The ballad of Greg Adkins is going to be a one-hit wonder that reads “Made extinct by the one and only, Jesse Jamester.” That’s a Murder Lizard Inc guarantee.
Dick Dugan: Not a great time to be named Greg Adkins it would seem. On the other foot, you did ruin his belt…. Whatever transpires, I am sure the XHF fans won’t want to miss that face-off at the next GUNS show. My next question is actually from the fans. After polling the XHF audience following the Rumble, they asked why you’ve been referred to by so many nicknames since arriving in the XHF? Adding to that, what made you change to this Murder Lizard Inc. one? Any significance you would like to share?
Jesse: When Northern Pro Wrestling closed it ended the era of the Canadian Nightmare. My reign as their North American Double Crown champion was the last championship I held under that moniker. Since the doors shut on that chapter of my career, I felt it best to move forward when I made my full time XHF return. Sure, I really never left you might say - but I wasn’t focused on here like I am now. I was an NPW-die hard, a Canadian loyalist, and I loved that promotion and what it gave me. From wrestling in front of my countrymen and women, to fighting athletes of the highest caliber from all over the world; to the battles I was tested in from the young up-and-comers; Northern Pro Wrestling will always hold a special place in my legacy…
Nodding as he lets that resonate with viewers, Jesse begins to shift on his heels. His stance begins to favor his left leg as his tongue pushes the inside of his cheek and he wipes his hand under his nose, either scratching an itch in his beard or swiping away any snivel of emotion he was about to show. Not today, not right now. Composure kept, Jesse finally continues.
Jesse: To answer your question; Murder Lizard Inc is the culmination of being in business for myself - the clash of violence, veteran, and nobody to answer to but me, myself, and I. This is the part of my career where I am in a ‘no fucks to give’ state of mind twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. The XHF’s ranks would be wise to heed the incoming hell I am about to raise! Greg Adkins, Donzig, Lord Dominicus, Dylan Black, Spike Kane, Steve Awesome, fuck it Zoran too… they’re all targets waiting to be lined up in the crosshairs. Bet, or whatever the kids say these days aye.
Dick Dugan: Respectfully Jay-Jay, that doesn’t sound much different than what the XHF has seen from you in the past. (Moving his head in a ‘you know I’m not wrong’ way) Since you brought him up though – Lord Dominicus had some words directed at you leading up to the Rumble. Did you happen to hear what he said and if so, do you have a response? NPW fans would be more knowledgeable of your past stablemates, the Syndicate; Eric Dane and Scott Steel, had their fair share of dealings with the REAL Lord Dominicus. Do you register a cruiserweight like Lord Dominicus when you’re thinking competition? Or is it true what they say, size doesn’t matter?
An ice cold stare is interrupted as Jesse notices luggage finally making it’s way out from behind a wall on a conveyor belt system. Securing the heavy duty black bag with his name written on a fluorescent green tag, Jesse turns back to Dugan who looks . Turning, Jesse Looks Dugan up and down, ruffling his nose as the blue sapphire eyes stand out amongst the rugged near black beard that covered the majority of his face. His long hair a messy look, no man-bun bullshit, no, all natural. A mountain man look crossed with a horror film size protagonist, Jesse’s size intimidated most men.
Dick Dugan: If you didn’t see it, that’s fine—
Jesse Jamester: Oh I heard. What Lord Dominicus remembers versus what actually happened are two very different realities. L-Dee has never faced me mono y mono, and that should tell you all you need to know. Whether he shoots his mouth off and pats his back feeling like he did something substantial, I could care less. Lord Dominicus and Jesse Jamester are fated to fight one day. When that will be, I don’t know. Someone book it, and they will come… Lord Dominicus left NPW and ever since I swear he’s had a bad taste in his mouth from that specific exit. Hell, losing his championship to Lynx on his way out and then seeing me take it away from Lynx soon after – it had to sting his ego. That fragile ego he coddles, yeah, it was bruised in the process.
Shrugging, the Murder Lizard pulls his sunglasses down from the top of his head over his eyes. Coming down far enough on the nose to allow his eyes to split the top of the frame as he continued.
Jesse: I get it - Lord Dominicus misses his favorite Lizard okay. Everyone wants the rub, but Lordie, I’m not a hard man to find. Come find me and we’ll make dream match history – or better yet, just stay where you are, I’ll find you soon enough.. First things first, Murder Lizard Inc has business to take care of. Greg Adkins – welcome to the longest bad day of your life.
Shoving past Dick Dugan, he shoulders him and parts the video crew as he walks towards the Airport exit. A dangerous warning from a violent entity was looming in the XHF. A pillar of violence has been unleashed, and all the world should be worried of what that could mean for XHF’s best wrestlers.
Yes, Jesse paid attention to those things.
What was another Tuesday to the Murder Lizard, as he stood in the airport, waiting for his luggage to appear. Within a minute or two a crew of film and audio guys, wearing ‘XHF Stream Team’ come bustling up to his side with a purpose. The main interviewer was a bulky short man with a ballcap featuring the XHF logo and a wrinkled black polo shirt a size too small. He couldn’t have been more than thirty years old but his body said he didn’t skip the gym. A cameraman and boom stick handler are right behind him, keeping themselves as invisible and quiet as humanly possible as they position themselves in ninja fashion to begin the recording on the interviewers signal.
Interviewer: Dick Dugan here! I’m with XHF’s newest social media stream team, bringing the exclusives from all over the network! (spit flies out of his mouth as he makes his pitch) With that I admit we had our doubts when our source told us of this man, no – that’s not doing him justice enough… Well, whatever the case we’ve found the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester in the Spain airport following the XHF Rumble. Would you be willing to answer some questions or am I getting another middle finger today?
Titling his head back as though annoyed but aware this was probably the best time to, Jesse shrugged.
Jesse: Why not, eh.
Cool as a cucumber, Jesse keeps his composure as his menacing appearance keeps Dick Dugan out of arm’s reach and a half smirk appears on the Murder Lizard’s face. Normally Jesse would be the one producing his own interviews with the aid of his son Julius. Today though, Jesse was alone, no Julius in sight and instead he was drawing attention of any one in range with the entourage that had formed around him.
Dick Dugan: Lets jump right in and ask the question that everyone seems to be asking - what happened to cause you and Greg Adkins trying to kill one another at the Rumble?
A tell was quickly picked up from Dugan as Jesse’s body language showed a tense
Jesse: Greg Adkins is uh no-good for nothing piece of trash that someone handed a wrestling contract to! He disrespects me every time he steps in a ring, and epitomizes everything that I despise in today’s wrestling culture. I have worked for my ass off to make a name for myself, and people like Greg Adkins walk in like it’s a nine-to-five, looking for that paycheck. Greg, I know you’re somewhere looking at your flip phone with those beady little eyes, waiting for me to speak your name into existence. To be relevant, to have that 15-minutes of fame. You hobo-lookin’ half-wit, vengeance isn’t strong enough of a word for what I plan on doing to you. What he did at the Rumble, what he did to my mask!
A flare of the nostrils as his eyebrows arch in, scrunching his nose as his face contorts to what many would consider anger management worthy. This
Jesse: Greg, this was never supposed to be personal, but you damn well made it when you chargrilled my mask and defaced me with stickers! Keep your head on a swivel the next time you enter the GUNS arena. This – (gesturing to himself with a hand that goes back and forth to the camera) you and I, we are going to have it out if I have to put the GUNS owner in a Nemesis Lock to get my hands on you! The ballad of Greg Adkins is going to be a one-hit wonder that reads “Made extinct by the one and only, Jesse Jamester.” That’s a Murder Lizard Inc guarantee.
Dick Dugan: Not a great time to be named Greg Adkins it would seem. On the other foot, you did ruin his belt…. Whatever transpires, I am sure the XHF fans won’t want to miss that face-off at the next GUNS show. My next question is actually from the fans. After polling the XHF audience following the Rumble, they asked why you’ve been referred to by so many nicknames since arriving in the XHF? Adding to that, what made you change to this Murder Lizard Inc. one? Any significance you would like to share?
Jesse: When Northern Pro Wrestling closed it ended the era of the Canadian Nightmare. My reign as their North American Double Crown champion was the last championship I held under that moniker. Since the doors shut on that chapter of my career, I felt it best to move forward when I made my full time XHF return. Sure, I really never left you might say - but I wasn’t focused on here like I am now. I was an NPW-die hard, a Canadian loyalist, and I loved that promotion and what it gave me. From wrestling in front of my countrymen and women, to fighting athletes of the highest caliber from all over the world; to the battles I was tested in from the young up-and-comers; Northern Pro Wrestling will always hold a special place in my legacy…
Nodding as he lets that resonate with viewers, Jesse begins to shift on his heels. His stance begins to favor his left leg as his tongue pushes the inside of his cheek and he wipes his hand under his nose, either scratching an itch in his beard or swiping away any snivel of emotion he was about to show. Not today, not right now. Composure kept, Jesse finally continues.
Jesse: To answer your question; Murder Lizard Inc is the culmination of being in business for myself - the clash of violence, veteran, and nobody to answer to but me, myself, and I. This is the part of my career where I am in a ‘no fucks to give’ state of mind twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. The XHF’s ranks would be wise to heed the incoming hell I am about to raise! Greg Adkins, Donzig, Lord Dominicus, Dylan Black, Spike Kane, Steve Awesome, fuck it Zoran too… they’re all targets waiting to be lined up in the crosshairs. Bet, or whatever the kids say these days aye.
Dick Dugan: Respectfully Jay-Jay, that doesn’t sound much different than what the XHF has seen from you in the past. (Moving his head in a ‘you know I’m not wrong’ way) Since you brought him up though – Lord Dominicus had some words directed at you leading up to the Rumble. Did you happen to hear what he said and if so, do you have a response? NPW fans would be more knowledgeable of your past stablemates, the Syndicate; Eric Dane and Scott Steel, had their fair share of dealings with the REAL Lord Dominicus. Do you register a cruiserweight like Lord Dominicus when you’re thinking competition? Or is it true what they say, size doesn’t matter?
An ice cold stare is interrupted as Jesse notices luggage finally making it’s way out from behind a wall on a conveyor belt system. Securing the heavy duty black bag with his name written on a fluorescent green tag, Jesse turns back to Dugan who looks . Turning, Jesse Looks Dugan up and down, ruffling his nose as the blue sapphire eyes stand out amongst the rugged near black beard that covered the majority of his face. His long hair a messy look, no man-bun bullshit, no, all natural. A mountain man look crossed with a horror film size protagonist, Jesse’s size intimidated most men.
Dick Dugan: If you didn’t see it, that’s fine—
Jesse Jamester: Oh I heard. What Lord Dominicus remembers versus what actually happened are two very different realities. L-Dee has never faced me mono y mono, and that should tell you all you need to know. Whether he shoots his mouth off and pats his back feeling like he did something substantial, I could care less. Lord Dominicus and Jesse Jamester are fated to fight one day. When that will be, I don’t know. Someone book it, and they will come… Lord Dominicus left NPW and ever since I swear he’s had a bad taste in his mouth from that specific exit. Hell, losing his championship to Lynx on his way out and then seeing me take it away from Lynx soon after – it had to sting his ego. That fragile ego he coddles, yeah, it was bruised in the process.
Shrugging, the Murder Lizard pulls his sunglasses down from the top of his head over his eyes. Coming down far enough on the nose to allow his eyes to split the top of the frame as he continued.
Jesse: I get it - Lord Dominicus misses his favorite Lizard okay. Everyone wants the rub, but Lordie, I’m not a hard man to find. Come find me and we’ll make dream match history – or better yet, just stay where you are, I’ll find you soon enough.. First things first, Murder Lizard Inc has business to take care of. Greg Adkins – welcome to the longest bad day of your life.
Shoving past Dick Dugan, he shoulders him and parts the video crew as he walks towards the Airport exit. A dangerous warning from a violent entity was looming in the XHF. A pillar of violence has been unleashed, and all the world should be worried of what that could mean for XHF’s best wrestlers.